Fighting the Lust
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Fighting the Lust
I've always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, and I've never known why. I'm thirty six years of age now, and I could tell you some tales that would make you wish you were me. This is just one of them, and perhaps the most erotic. I say that because it's without doubt the most forbidden thing in today's society.
My sex life over the last six months at the start of this tale had been slowly going down hill. I'd left my husband as I'd caught him cheating on me, and that was one thing I couldn't abide. My name is Constance but everyone calls me Connie. I found out at an early age that showing parts of my anatomy to complete strangers was quite a turn on for me, and led to some very erotic adventures.
I had three sons from my husband, two of which were from his previous marriage but I'd grown to love them as my own. My blood son was eighteen and his name was Roger, my steps sons names were Philip and Paul. Philip was twenty one and Paul was twenty. As far as sex was concerned my sons never once entered the equation, but something was about to happen that I didn't expect or stop and that's where this tale really begins.
It was on a day when I felt frustrated that I hadn't had a man inside me for sometime, and I needed a release. All of my sons were out, and I assumed at work. So there I was on the sofa in the sitting room and I was watching one of my son's erotic movies. This particular one was quite good it has to be said, and the more I watched the wetter I became until finally I pulled my skirt up and started to play with myself.
I just watched the action before me and rubbed my clit through the fabric of my wet panties. Although I found this a turn on, I was still finding it hard to cum this way. After thirty minutes I was about to stop, thinking I needed more than this movie could offer. Then it happened, I caught sight of a reflection in the mirror on the sideboard. My son Roger was watching me from the doorway. I know I should have stopped right there and then, but the exhibitionist in me was screaming to carry on.
I then unconsciously pulled my panties to one side and inserted a finger into the moistness; I glanced at the mirror as innocently as possible and saw my son's cock in his hand. The sight of his meat gliding through his enclosed fingers made me feel hot, and I found myself wanting to please him further. I quickly pulled my blouse open, and reached for the bra stud at the front. After pressing it my breasts pushed it open, and I pulled on my right nipple with my left hand. Looking back at the mirror, I could see how excited this had made him. He was now leaning against the door frame, and had his jeans around his ankles.
When I let out a soft moan of pleasure I saw a huge string of cum exiting from the end of his cock and in that instant I came. I closed my eyes briefly and when I opened them again I witnessed another stream of his man seed spurting out the end. I realized that my hand was soaked, and that I had cum so intensely my juices were creating a wet patch on the sofa. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath, when I reopened them Roger was gone.
After getting my clothes back together, the guilt hit me. The rational part of my mind was telling me that no harm was done, but the moral side was screaming at me to stop this behavior and never let it happen again. The fact remained though, that I'd never cum so hard in my life from just playing with myself. I couldn't help wondering what Roger was thinking when he masturbated over the sight of me, and that thought kept creeping back into my mind.
I found out later that he had come home early from work as he'd had a migraine, and wasn't feeling well. He never let on that he'd seen anything, and I just left it like that until the next day. Roger was off from work as this was his normal day off, and my step son's were working again. When I opened the closet that day to get some clean clothes, I couldn't help thinking about the day before. I quickly decided to wear something sexy, and pulled out the shortest skirt I could find, which only just covered my crotch and a tight buttoned up top that showed more than enough cleavage, especially with three buttons undone.
I did put on some panties, but the naughty side of me told me to remove them which I did. I was hairless down below as I enjoyed the smoothness of a shaved pussy, and I knew that men did too. I then went downstairs and made myself some breakfast, only to find Roger sitting at the breakfast bar and eating some cornflakes.
"Good morning son?" I said as I reached for a bowl.
"Morning mom...you look sexy today, are you off anywhere special like a hot date," he said, laughing.
"No, I just felt sexy this morning and as I wasn't going anywhere I thought I'd wear something that reflected my mood," I replied, not entirely truthfully.
"Well, you certainly look sexy, so if that's your mood you've achieved what you set out to do," he said, making me feel good about myself.
"What are you going to do today?" I asked.